One thing my Mother taught me was "why bother showing bitches the light when darkness & hate they came with lending sacrilege to the word, fraught with verses they can't recite, recalling battles they never fought me. Adhesive lessons learned from my Grandfather make cohesive my moral compass which now guides my heart & mind akin to the Nordic/Native call to rewind, taking in all earthy synne lest the Vyndo be summoned to again be our hated, fated Kin. Come from the bowels of the Earth they're NOT our kind and live feral all over our State...